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Feanor of the Peredhil · 01-14-2006, 10:38 AM

Quite unexpectedly, Alli both double posted and fell asleep. It wasn't for long, but the dreams were filled with terror and darkness, cut through by a piercing light.

She walked through a valley, shadowed by death, and felt no evil whatsoever since she was fully aware that it was a dream. "Itsa me, Màrîo!" intoned an obnoxiously fake Italian sounding voice. Suddenly bagpipes played out in shining glory and Alli could hear words within them.

Seek for the Kilt that was broken:
On a Scotsman it dwells;
There shall be side-plots taken
Stranger than Morgul-spells.
There shall be given a token
That He is near at hand,
For Hookbill's Bane shall waken,
And a Hero forth shall stand.

Alli woke up, shaking her head. That was the stupidest dream she'd ever had. It didn't even make sense. Well, it sort of did... she'd been worried about this Màrîo since she'd first heard his name spoken by Roggie. She'd fallen asleep just after reading more of him. He was a national hero... and yet she distrusted him. It was no wonder, really, that she'd dreamt of him. But doubleyooteeyef did the rest mean? Was she supposed to go after this kilt-clad creep that she had only her gut instinct to tell her wasn't completely insane? Should she ignore her instincts in favor of what the group believed? But she didn't trust anybody in the group, except for Sai. Her dream had been compelling... she wanted to know more about him. She'd seen things in the back of her mind as she dozed that made her wonder. But he was only a name in a magazine. It wasn't like she'd actually meet him... she was too busy. She had too many problems already without being caught up in a mysterious side-plot. She just wanted to go home...

"It was only a dream..." she murmered to herself before turning to Sai. "How long until we land?"

01-14-2006, 10:38 AM	#11
Feanor of the Peredhil La Belle Dame sans Merci Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: perpetual uncertainty Posts: 5,517	Quite unexpectedly, Alli both double posted and fell asleep. It wasn't for long, but the dreams were filled with terror and darkness, cut through by a piercing light. She walked through a valley, shadowed by death, and felt no evil whatsoever since she was fully aware that it was a dream. "Itsa me, Màrîo!" intoned an obnoxiously fake Italian sounding voice. Suddenly bagpipes played out in shining glory and Alli could hear words within them. Seek for the Kilt that was broken: On a Scotsman it dwells; There shall be side-plots taken Stranger than Morgul-spells. There shall be given a token That He is near at hand, For Hookbill's Bane shall waken, And a Hero forth shall stand. Alli woke up, shaking her head. That was the stupidest dream she'd ever had. It didn't even make sense. Well, it sort of did... she'd been worried about this Màrîo since she'd first heard his name spoken by Roggie. She'd fallen asleep just after reading more of him. He was a national hero... and yet she distrusted him. It was no wonder, really, that she'd dreamt of him. But doubleyooteeyef did the rest mean? Was she supposed to go after this kilt-clad creep that she had only her gut instinct to tell her wasn't completely insane? Should she ignore her instincts in favor of what the group believed? But she didn't trust anybody in the group, except for Sai. Her dream had been compelling... she wanted to know more about him. She'd seen things in the back of her mind as she dozed that made her wonder. But he was only a name in a magazine. It wasn't like she'd actually meet him... she was too busy. She had too many problems already without being caught up in a mysterious side-plot. She just wanted to go home... "It was only a dream..." she murmered to herself before turning to Sai. "How long until we land?"